Devanshi Khetarpal

Yet Another Day - Poem by Devanshi Khetarpal

The sweat trickled from her faceAnd the moon cried.The snow melted down her skinAnd the curtains changed pink.Her chair swung backAnd she somersaulted down the way.The cake boiled and cried And the muffins held their crumbs about.The day wasn't at it's usual paceAnd the sun's shafts lied.The ink had turned a young sinAnd yet awaited the wear and kink.The baby weeped and thus I snackThe tears that in sweet salt lay.And as my spectacles aisledAnd the boy discoursed with the lout.The wind that lay in frilly laceBound the moonlight. And triedTo eliminate the dark and winThe mighty water that brinkIn bright hue by the shore blackAnd whom by the sayOf words could pelt stones that friedUnder the sweat in doubt.